Chapter Four
All he wanted to do was drive to the Woodpecker Inn and see that little kitty shifter again.
God, he couldn’t stop thinking about Moira. Maybe she was in heat or something.
The last tour had been eternal. He’d smiled, and entertained the group, and kept everyone feeling included like a professional, but his mind had been consumed by that little spitfire vixen.
She’d set her teeth on his throat. Just thinking about it had the bear inside of him rumbling his hunger.
Oh, he wanted her bad.
He’d tasted her right in the middle of them lighting each other up, and he didn’t care what it said about him— he liked it.
She probably had claws in the bedroom.
“Where should I park this?” Edgar asked. He was one of the Woodpecker Inn clients. He’d been fun, relaxed, and easy to chat with over the course of that ATV tour.
Cam dismounted from his ATV and gestured the riders where they needed to park.
They crowded around, smiles on their faces as they talked about their favorite parts of the ride.
The shuttle pulled up to the curb and he glanced over there, hoping there was no one on this tour. He kind of wanted to show up to Lodge Five early and see if Moira was home. Fuck, he felt like a rutting animal right now.
The shuttle doors opened and disappointment swirled in his chest at the four people that filtered off it. He’d hoped they had cancelled, but everyone had shown up. Okay, this was okay. It was more money in his pocket. Cancellations were never a good thing.
Before the shuttle doors closed though, something froze every muscle in his body.
Moira stepped off the shuttle. She was back.
She had ditched the beanie and mittens and wore a tight black tank top with the edges of a gray lace bra teasing at her cleavage.
She wore a pair of dark sunglasses, and red lipstick.
Her straight, black hair lifted slightly in the breeze as she came to stand at the curb.
She held a black canvas bag with black leather handles.
It hung in front of her long legs, clad in tight black jeans with little rips at the knees.
She’d changed shoes. Now, she wore thick soled black boots with three-inch wedge heels, and fur lining at the sock line.
They made her legs look like they should be wrapped around his hips.
He couldn’t help his smile.
He knew why she was here.
Good girl.
He tipped his head toward his cabin, and she offered him a feline smile, nodded once and strode toward his den.
Oh, he wanted to do filthy things to her.
Go on pretty kitty, put your scent all over my den.
“It was really nice to meet you,” Edgar said. “Thank you for taking us out.”
“My pleasure,” Cam said distractedly, shaking his hand.
The next few minutes were taken up with saying goodbye to the last tour and doing the welcome speech and lesson for the next tour.
He opened up the check-in cabin so a couple of them could use the restroom.
Yeah, he’d lied about having a bathroom earlier.
He’d thought Moira was rude and hadn’t earned his effort unlocking it.
He excused himself, saying he needed to go get something from his cabin real fast. He couldn’t go out for a two-hour tour without touching her.
Cam jogged to his cabin and didn’t even bother kicking off his boots before he yanked open the door and stormed inside.
She was sitting on the couch formally, her bag sitting beside her.
She stood and opened her arms just in time for him to crash into her. He yanked her legs up around him and drove her straight to the wall near the fireplace. The little moan in her throat as he kissed her and ground against her hips created a fire inside of him. He needed her.
“Fuck I want it,” he whispered.
She bit his bottom lip and held it there in her teeth, her sharp canines stinging. She smiled and released him from her bite. “I don’t care about meeting your people.”
A dark chuckle took him as he eased her feet back onto the ground. He ground his hips against her so she could feel how much she excited him. It was his promise of what he was going to do to her. “I can make your head go quiet.”
“Fuck Valentine’s Day,” she whispered.
“Fuck dates,” he murmured, sliding her wrist up the wall above her head and dipping his kisses to her neck.
“Fuck the lovey stuff.”
He cupped her sex and massaged gently, then touched his chin to hers as she arched her back against the wall and rolled her eyes closed. He loved the way she tasted. He loved her scent. Loved the way her body responded to him.
The sound of ATVs starting pulled at his attention. His tour was ready, and this was a liability.
He pressed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. God, he loved this. She was petite against him, but already she was clawing her nails into his back. He slid his hand to her throat and angled her face to the side, settled his lips near her ear. “Wait here for me.”
“What if I just leave?”
“My body will be devastated.”
“Mmm,” she moaned through a wicked smile. “I brought food. Fuck me well and I’ll feed you.”
A dark chuckle took his chest, and he pushed off her with purpose. God, she was driving him insane. “You’re going to be fun, aren’t you little kitty?” he asked, backing away slowly.
“We shall see.”
“I want your number. I want you to send me pictures of yourself all over this den.”
“You have my number,” she said, her eyes a frost blue around those elongated pupils.
Wicked, beautiful, seductive woman.
He did. He had her waiver. Oh, he liked that she liked to play.
“Let’s see how good your memory is, little cat.” He recited his number, eyes on hers. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to devour her.
A slow smile took her lips, and he could see her too-sharp canines.
He laughed and shook his head, forced his attention away from her. “Two and a half hours. Make yourself at home.”
He adjusted his dick and made his way outside. He had to take a minute on the porch, eyes closed as he tried to get his body under control.
Everything in him wanted to turn around and block out his responsibilities and fuck her against the kitchen counter, on the kitchen floor, against the banister, in front of the fireplace, on his bed. He wanted to spend every minute of the rest of today teaching her to crave his body.
He blew out a shaky breath, cast one more hungry glance at his front door, then jogged down the stairs and into the yard.
He had to get ahold of himself for a few more hours, and then he could have her.
A text vibrated his phone, and he pulled it out of his back pocket and opened the picture from an unknown number.
It was a close up of Moira’s lacy bra peeking out from under her skintight tank top.
Atta girl. Her memory was just fine.
This was about to be the longest afternoon of his life.